Sinclair shoves his way through the door before Dominic can shut it. My pulse skyrockets at the sight of him. He's supposed to be in Des Moines! What the hell is he doing here?
"Mr Sinclair, I'm sorry but my father's not home right now." Dominic is playing it cool. Acting as if we know nothing. "I'll tell him you stopped by."
"I'm not here to see your father, Dominic." Sinclair smiles at me. "I'm here to see my daughter."
My heart is now beating so hard I swear I can hear it, but I try to appear calm.
"Your daughter? I don't know what you're insinuating here. My father is dead." The words come out of my mouth, but I have no clue how they managed to do so. I can have no idea where the dead father bit came from.
Sinclair steps closer to me. "You know who I am, Jessica. Don't play games
